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At one time Toronto, Hogtown, was the largest pork packer in the British Empire, and earlier in 1879, was the second largest pork producer on the continent. It would be too tempting to get all political here, but coincidentally, our esteemed Prime Minister, this very week, will go to Belgium to get a free trade deal with the EU , and guess what, he is going to send our pigs there and put our dairy industry here out to pasture.

In ancient times, in ancient minds
They kept the watch from towers high.
Upon the floor the sky signs lay
To trace the sun’s path by day.
A moving blade of illumination
Was observed by magi in anticipation.

The time of the Mystics,
The time of the Magicks,
The time when the sun stands still.

Where the Danu of the North Isles dwelt
Before the Druids, and before the Celt,
Seen in half buried remainders
Of dark, abandoned, old stone chambers
A shaft of light appears that day
Towards a point it makes its way.

The time of the Mystics,
The time of the Magicks,
The time when the sun stands still.

In North and South the vigil’s kept,
The fires lit, the rituals met,
The offerings lay upon the stones
And all stand waiting, by hearth ‘n homes.
Will there come the lengthening days
Or darkness swallows the sun’s rays?

The time of the Mystics,
The time of the Magicks,
The time when the sun stands still.

It is upon us, the time is now
When time exists not at all.
The point of light has come to rest
Upon a space mysterious.
Between two points brought into fusion
Where the spiral draws its conclusion.

The time of the Mystics,
The time of the Magicks,
The time when the sun stands still.

Where life joins death and east meets west,
When black is white and day is night,
Where good and evil cease upheaval,
When time and space give up their place.
And all that is, and ever shall be
Is yours to become if you could but see.
The time of the Mystics,
The time of the Magicks,
The time when the sun stands still.